llowing the completion of the job, I overheard Stephen on the phone, “I’ll be there in about an hour or so.”
“Who was that?” I asked when he hung up.
“That was Henry Foster.”
“I thought you were finished with his job.”
“Well, not exactly,” he answered with a sly smile. “I pretended to forget a few things at his house. I just wanted an excuse to go back. See how he’s doing and all.”
I gave him a 13)crushing hug.
“You are just the sweetest thing.”
“Oh, hush.”
